[Steel]

Rakesh seemed taken aback for a moment by the outburst, then his face split into an ugly grin. 'A buffalo? Well... if that's true, I suppose that makes you my slutty cow, doesn't it?" With Laila still glaring at him, he sank behind her to his knees, one hand gripping each lush cheek and parting them to reveal a tight hole and flushed, dripping pussy.

"Why don't you moo for me, and we'll see who the real animal is here, fatass?" growled Rakesh, then dived between her cheeks with hungry ferocity, licking and slurping wildly all over Laila's vulnerable asshole and pussy.

Laila immediately hissed in pleasure, leaning forward heavily on the massage table and going to her tiptoes, arching her back dramatically to give Rakesh the optimal angle for his sloppy oral assault. "You think... Uhhhnnn, you think you can talk shit about my husband?" she snarled as Rakesh's fat tongue messily explored her married holes. "Puneet was the college topper… a class II Gazetted officer. You're fucking nothing compared to him you ugly... Fuck! Godddd! Right there! Right fucking there!"

Kusha could hear the passion in Laila's voice. Anger and disgust, yes, but another type of passion as well. Sheer animal lust, bubbling up molten and primal beneath Laila's dismissive words. This had gone way beyond a quick little peek. It felt wrong to be watching this, but some part of Kusha yearned to see where this went. Laila's furious words spoke directly to her soul... but the fact that they were so deeply entwined with desire was disturbingly erotic.

Rakesh stood, slapping Laila's ass again and getting into position behind her, rubbing his thick cock up and down her dripping pussy, teasing her. "And yet," he said with a grin, "This worthless monster is about to be balls-deep in your pussy while that incredible clean shaven husband of yours sits at home and jerks off to the thought of his wife's fat ass, branded and owned by another man. Just goes to show that appearance isn't everything."

"Fuck yooouuu,' said Laila, her angry outburst turning into a moan as Rakesh slid into her up to the hilt. "Your ... Unnhhh... your appearance isn't the main problem you fucking prick. You're a misogynist. Aghhh…. a manipulator. An exploiter. An evil, predatory pervert!"

Rakesh began fucking her then, slamming her forward into the table with deep, powerful strokes that silenced everything but moans and whimpers coming from between Laila's parted lips. Kusha bit her own lip then to stifle a sudden unexpected moan bubbling up from inside her as well. She fought to get a hold of herself. She hated Rakesh, but the obscene sex act in front of her was impossibly erotic nonetheless. Rakesh looked more like a beast than a human, and he wasn't making love. He was fucking. Dominating. Claiming the soft, curvy woman beneath him and putting her in her place with his powerful cock.

Laila's legs were trembling and her hands gripped the table tight for leverage as Rakesh punished her insolence with his conquering cock. His hips snapped forward, contacting Laila's soft ass with loud, fleshy slaps every time he thrust. It was primal, and raw, and utterly unlike Sharath's careful, considerate lovemaking. Kusha dimly remembered that her mission was to see a laughable example of Rakesh's false dominance. It looked like that wasn't something she was going to get. She should leave right now.

Instead, she slipped a hand beneath her robe, gingerly touching the hot, wet center of twisted pleasure between her thighs over the puffy cotton fabric. She shouldn't... but no one would ever know, and in her erotic haze, Kusha wasn't sure she could resist. Her fear, worries and conscious mind took a little vacation as her wondering eyes greedily absorbed the scene playing out in front of her.